And who do you have to blame? She thought resentfully as she ate her lunch in the cafeteria. If you hadn’t been chasing this pipe-dream, you and Todd wouldn’t be having any problems, and you’d be getting all the guilt-free c**k your horny little heart desires.
“Mind if I join you?” a light, cheerful voice asked. She looked up into the bright blue eyes of one of her best friends at the hospital.
“Sure, Sister,” she said, straightening from her despondent slouch.
Sister Mary Margaret Keenan laughed as she sat down. “You know, Sandra, it’s not like we’re at a parochial school and you’re one of my students. We’re a little more relaxed about things like that now.”
“I know,” she smiled. “And if there had been a few more women who looked like you at my parish, I might not have stopped going t
